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I Have Too Much Time On My Hands
Not the most relaxing of weekends ever, to be honest. Nothing catastrophic, just careening around between minor crises while I was staying at my mom's.
On Saturday night the power cord to my laptop, which has been increasingly tetchy the last few weeks, decided it hated all outlets and refused to work no matter what I did. Which of course immediately sent me into a flail - I handled Apartment Roommate setting the toaster on fire way better than I handle computer problems I don't know how to fix. We ended up making an emergency run to Best Buy at 9.30pm to get a new cord. So problem resolved, aside from the part where I feel guilty for making my mom spend the money on me (even though we decided just to count it as my birthday present, since she hadn't given me one yet). Oh well.
Yesterday afternoon we had a cat crisis. That one was actually kind of scary. My mom and I were lying on the bed watching a movie together, and we noticed that the Oliver-cat, who was lying at the end of the bed, was breathing really heavy, panting like a dog, with his mouth open and his tongue hanging out. My mom tried to calm him down, but he was really twitchy - rolling on the bed, shaking his head, licking himself all over, like he knew hurt somewhere but couldn't figure out where or why. Really frightening, especially since they don't have easy access to a vet down there, let alone on a Sunday. He's a semi-outdoor cat (theoretically he has access to the outdoors whenever he wants, but he's not crazy about the horses and now that he's older and moved several times he likes to stick really close to my mom), so best we can figure out, he got bitten or stung by something nasty while he was outside. Poor kitty. But my mom's been keeping me up to date and he seems to be alright today, so no permanent harm done, I guess. Just a bit of worry on our part.
*sigh* At least I got some kick-ass new boots at the thrift store. And it was good to see my mom (for the first time since my birthday), even if she did spend a lot of time telling me how I should be handling my job hunting. We got some nice couch time, and she showed me the glasses case she's making for me, because she's awesome that way. And since I don't have internet down there, I had more time to plan out ridiculous football related fanfic ideas and Softer World Remixes.
On Saturday night the power cord to my laptop, which has been increasingly tetchy the last few weeks, decided it hated all outlets and refused to work no matter what I did. Which of course immediately sent me into a flail - I handled Apartment Roommate setting the toaster on fire way better than I handle computer problems I don't know how to fix. We ended up making an emergency run to Best Buy at 9.30pm to get a new cord. So problem resolved, aside from the part where I feel guilty for making my mom spend the money on me (even though we decided just to count it as my birthday present, since she hadn't given me one yet). Oh well.
Yesterday afternoon we had a cat crisis. That one was actually kind of scary. My mom and I were lying on the bed watching a movie together, and we noticed that the Oliver-cat, who was lying at the end of the bed, was breathing really heavy, panting like a dog, with his mouth open and his tongue hanging out. My mom tried to calm him down, but he was really twitchy - rolling on the bed, shaking his head, licking himself all over, like he knew hurt somewhere but couldn't figure out where or why. Really frightening, especially since they don't have easy access to a vet down there, let alone on a Sunday. He's a semi-outdoor cat (theoretically he has access to the outdoors whenever he wants, but he's not crazy about the horses and now that he's older and moved several times he likes to stick really close to my mom), so best we can figure out, he got bitten or stung by something nasty while he was outside. Poor kitty. But my mom's been keeping me up to date and he seems to be alright today, so no permanent harm done, I guess. Just a bit of worry on our part.
*sigh* At least I got some kick-ass new boots at the thrift store. And it was good to see my mom (for the first time since my birthday), even if she did spend a lot of time telling me how I should be handling my job hunting. We got some nice couch time, and she showed me the glasses case she's making for me, because she's awesome that way. And since I don't have internet down there, I had more time to plan out ridiculous football related fanfic ideas and Softer World Remixes.